Endless Debt.

Chapter 432 The Traitor of Eternal Night

Now, Bologo is sitting in the restaurant in Sky Dome Fortress. The long table is filled with local specialties, and the aroma is tangy, but Bologo has no intention of tasting food.

At the long table, Amy, Church, and Palmer were seated one by one, and there were a few guys that Burlogo didn't know, but generally speaking, compared with this open restaurant, only these people still seemed A little cold.

Of course, it was only a visual silence, but the atmosphere in the restaurant was quite cheerful. Church had a serious face. Unlike the few people who came to travel, he had a mission and had to maintain a serious work attitude.

Aimu is very interested in Laika, and it is normal for children to like furry things. When she tasted something delicious, she called Laika who was hiding in the corner to sneak over and feed it.

Relying on the bribe of food, the reputation of Aimiao, a new friend, in Laika's eyes is almost full.

Palmer looked a bit cautious, obviously he had returned to his home, he should relax, but this guy was full of tension now... Bologo didn't think this tension came from the owner of the castle.The castle owner ignored Palmer at all.

"You are the famous Borogo Lazarus!"

The owner of the castle, Palmer's father, and now the head of the Crakes family... a man with many honorable titles is toasting Burlogo with a smile on his face.

It was not easy for Boluoge to refuse, and he drank it with him. The man looked very young, which probably stemmed from his youthful attitude. There were only a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which showed the passage of time.

The other party let out a heroic swig, patted Bologo on the shoulder with a manic smile, and praised Bologo as worthy of being an undead, and his body is really good.

Bologo showed a hypocritical smile, responding to the man's words.

After working for so long, Burlogo has always felt that he should not encounter a "sales" job, but now he feels like a salesman, singing and dancing with customers on the bar.

Burrogo couldn't figure out whether it was travel or work, and he couldn't even tell when he stepped into such a weird quagmire.

Obviously he had been in Fengyuan Heights for less than a few hours, but he felt that he had already spent several weeks here, and his sense of time was infinitely stretched.

The owner of the castle beside him was still hooking his shoulders. From a certain point of view, he and Palmer were indeed father and son. Burlogo felt that he was facing a middle-aged version of Palmer.

Then Burlogo deeply realized one thing, the construction of individual personality has an inseparable relationship with its growth environment.

Bologo had a bumpy past experience and faced too many cruel things, so he created Bologo's cold and efficient expert attitude, while Amyu became a little stubborn because of TEDA's crazy fantasy. Just a kid, some time to reshape, Palmer...

No wonder Palmer is like this, and he can't be blamed, after all, it is difficult for anyone to stand up to this old man to grow up healthily.

With downcast eyes, staring at the shaking glass, Burrog recalled the first time he met the castle owner a few hours ago.

With Burlogo's current vocabulary, it is difficult for him to evaluate the scene of the first meeting. If he had to use an analogy, he could only say that he was very Palmer-like. Clarkes style.

After rubbing Laika, a few people were about to enter Morrowind, and asked someone to ask them clearly. At this time, the owner of the castle descended from the sky under the gust of wind.

Like Palmer, he wore a luxurious traditional dress, but it was much more flamboyant than Palmer's, with a golden ribbon behind him, like the king of the wind.

The owner of the castle landed gracefully, his eyes swept over the faces of several people, and finally settled on Palmer's face.

Burlogo didn't know the identity of the other party at the time, but from his appearance, Burlogo could recognize the similarity between him and Palmer.

Burrog held his breath. He remembered the bad relationship between Palmer and his family. If the owner of the castle beat Palmer, Burrog would not be able to stop him, but then something strange happened.

It seems that the world line has deviated, and even Burlogo has some difficulty understanding the next conversation.

"Well... young man, he looks good."

First, the owner of the castle commented on Palmer's appearance.

"Speaking of which, my son looks a lot like you."

Secondly, the owner of the castle patted Palmer on the shoulder to express his approval.

"By the way, what's your name, I have a chance to let the two of you get to know each other."

Finally, the castle owner extended his hand as a sign of friendship.

Palmer held out his hand, looking impassive, but Burlogo felt like he'd crushed the back of his teeth.

"Palmer Clarks."

Palmer put his name on it.

In an instant, the owner of the castle was like a skilled actor, his expression changed from soft and friendly to surprise, and there was a trace of panic in the surprise. Fortunately, he quickly thought of a countermeasure, with a friendly smile and joy on his face It's about to swell out.

The change of expression was amazing, without the slightest delay, and Burlogo wished a video camera could record all this at this moment.

"Palmer!"

The master of the castle grabbed Palmer's hand, patted the back of his hand vigorously, raised his eyebrows and argued, "How about this joke?"

The meeting between the owner of the castle and Palmer is like a romantic man who meets his illegitimate son in a bar.

Without waiting for Palmer's response, the owner of the castle opened his arms with love, just like a child of a few years old.

"Come to Dad."

Burrogo guessed that Palmer must be missing Sworn City Opals now, even though they had only been away for less than an hour.

……

After this bad meeting, there was an awkward atmosphere between Palmer and the castle owner that was difficult to resolve. For this reason, at this entertaining dinner, Burlogo had the bad luck to draw fire for Palmer.

"What about being Palmer's partner?"

"Have you encountered any difficulties in your usual work?"

"Oh? The two of you are living together as roommates. Does anyone know how to cook?"

After throwing away all kinds of lofty identities, the owner of the castle is no different from ordinary parents, and the questions he asks are all things that have long been heard.

Bologo replied patiently. He found that the more powerful these guys were, the less pretentious they were, no matter if it was Nethaniel, Thrai, or the man in front of him.

By the way... and those devils.

"By the way, you are a member of the Undead Club. How is Serei doing recently?"

Suddenly, the castle lord asked Burrog an unexpected question.

Burrog suspected that he had heard it wrong, "Three?"

"Take it easy, Cerre Villeris, I know him."

Mentioning Thurley, the castle owner became excited, "I also worked in the Bureau of Order when I was young, and I went to the Undead Club to drink Thurley's wine when I was free.

You should have seen the collection cabinet, right?On the third floor, there is a disposable paper cup inside which is mine. If you turn the cup upside down, you will still see my signature. "

Bologo was stunned, his expression lost control for the first time, and he said in surprise, "So it's you!"

"It's me!"

Hell, it all ties together.

"Ah... Serley helped me a lot at that time. When I was working in the Bureau of Order, I often sang and danced with those people in the Undead Club," the castle owner thought, "How is Sai Zong? Are you being a dog?"

"No, Sai Zong left the Undead Club not long ago and never came back."

Mentioning Saizong, Bologo's expression became solemn again. During the communication with Seri, Bologo faintly noticed Saizong's strangeness.

He was the oldest in the club of the undead, and Thrai didn't speak out, but Bologo could hear what Thurley said.

Se Lei suspects that Sai Zong is the founder of the Undead Club, even if he is not the founder, he must be inextricably related to the mysterious founder.

"Is that so?"

Hearing this, the castle owner showed a meaningful look.

"But... if you know Thurley," Bologo couldn't help saying, "you should be disappointed in each other, right?"

How could the dignified Night Clan Lord look like this?
Is this the attitude of the famous heir of the Krex family?
Burlogo could already think of the inner activities when the two met many years ago.

The owner of the castle fully understood what Bologo meant, and laughed loudly, "It's more than just disappointment! It's just a reunion!"

As expected!
Bologo tried his best to forget all this absurdity, but he was still confused. Ever since he came to Fengyuan Heights and learned about the events that happened here and the "Dawn Oath", this question has been circling in his heart non-stop.

"From a historical point of view, the Krex family should be sworn enemies with the Night Clan. Why did you make friends with a Night Clan lord?"

The castle master replied with a smile, "Not all the Night Clan are enemies, such as Threi."

Bologo's confusion was not answered, and the castle owner also realized the problem, and he patted his head with a smile.

"Sorry, I forgot that this incident was not announced to the public."

The owner of the castle suppressed his smile, and he seemed to be a different person in an instant, and he finally had a bit of the temperament of the Clark family.

Vaughn Krax said solemnly.

"Cerre Villeris is our absolutely trusted ally, and at the same time he is also the sinner of the Villeris family, the rebellious lord of the Eternal Night Empire, and the most hated and favored heir of the Night King.

It was he who ended the Daybreak War with his own hands. "

(End of this chapter)